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"Watch my back!" Carmelita shouted as one of the Robo-falcons dropkicked her into a car parked outside the museum they were at. "Your back just got knocked the hell out." Sly said helping his partner up. Sly took out a black box attached to his shoulder to speak into it. "Barkley, send back-up!" he shouted to his commander. He then dodged a metallic punch aimed at his head causing the metal fist to become embedded in the wall behind him giving Sly the chance to kick the Robo-falcons head off. "What the hell are they attacking us for? We dealt with Clockwerk years ago." Carmelita said trying to get a good shot on the R.F.s with her shock pistol. Sly knew what she was talking about but he still had an act to keep up. "Clockwerk? Was he a criminal we fought before?" still trying to keep his faux-amnesia active. "Uh, something like that." Still oblivious to her partner's ruse. Three years ago, back when Sly was a thief instead of the top standing Interpol constable he is today, Sly was locked in an epic battle with a crazed baboon named Dr M. An injury to the head allowed Sly to create the illusion that he obtained amnesia. The reason? So he could be with then-Inspector now-Captain Carmelita. Being a thief, Sly knew he could never have a relationship with her… unless he wasn't a thief. But he just couldn't just give the game up, he had a gang that was like family to him. He just couldn't leave them with a goodbye and a wave. He had to find a reason to leave them. A reason to be with Carmelita. A reason to say goodbye to his thieving life and embrace a similar yet more legal life as an Interpol constable.
(A/N: If you finished Sly 3, then you know all about this.)
Back to the fight, Sly and Carmelita were holding themselves up pretty well with the mechanical fowl. But what they had in skill, the Robo-falcons had in numbers. Perhaps more. One of the cyber menaces lunged at Carmelita only to get a well aimed shock pistol blast to the face and then a boot to the head, courtesy of Sly. "Damn it Barkley, where the hell is that back-up!" Sly shouted into the communicator again. "Where arriving at your position as we speak. Hang tight!" A gruff voice said over the speaker. "Wait. What the hell is…? Oh no, stay back. Stay back!! NO!! NO!!! AHHHH!!!!!!!................" The line went dead. "Barkley!? BARKLEY!?" Sly shouted into the receiver. No answer. "We're on our own for now Carm." Sly told his partner. "Perfect." She replied with obvious sarcasm. I'm sorry to say it was a losing battle. As good as the two cops were, they were just too many of the Robo-falcons. One punched Carmelita in the face making her fly backwards and slam back-first into a wall. Sly was soon lying next to her after getting a gut-full of Robofoot. It was no use, there were too many of them. Years ago this would have been no problem for them when they were young and had such weaponry as a Vulcan turret and rocket launchers on a jetpack. But this is years later and the only equipment they had now was a shock pistol that was almost out of juice and two pairs of handcuffs each. The Robo-falcons were surrounding them from all sides and it looked like all hope was lost. Sly had to struggle to stay conscious from all the wounds. And Carmelita was trying to reload her gun before it was blasted out of her hand by one of the birds. It seemed like the two were on their last ropes, hanging for dear life. Almost like nothing could save them. But then Sly's backup finally did come. It wasn't who Sly expected. They didn't even work for Interpol. Why they were helping out the two was a mystery. But whoever they were, they came to help, they came to fight, and they even came with a battle-cry.
"SNOOTCH TO THE MOTHER-FUCKING NOOTCH!!!!!!!"
Oh you have got to be kidding me.